Abundant Martial Arts Virtue

The arrow shot from the longbow, streaking across the sky and piercing into the chest of the Netherworld ghost soldier.

"Archer? Die, go die!"

The Netherworld ghost soldier roared as it charged towards the stone platform.

Qiong glanced around and said in a low shout, "There are more and more monsters; I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on much longer."

"No problem."

Wu Xiaode walked up to her and lay down on the ground.

"What are you doing?" Qiong asked in surprise.

"Keep shooting, I'll protect you," Wu Xiaode said with a yawn.

He lay on the ground and fell asleep.

A row of ice crystal letters immediately emerged:

"You have activated 'Laying Flat.'

"Laying Flat (Level 1)."

"When the champion is in a laying flat pose, this Sequence Power is activated immediately."

"Description: Within the range enveloped by the sequence, the champion, no matter what he does, is perceived as laying flat and will not be discovered."

"Lying on the ground, you are an object manifested by the sequence, immune to all damage."

Wu Xiaode suddenly sat up.

Another him was still lying there, maintaining a dormant posture.

Alright, let's start the fight!

Qiong was too busy shooting to notice, her bow string twanging rapidly like a deluge, firing seven or eight arrows in succession.

The Netherworld ghost soldier resembled a porcupine—

It charged onto the stone platform!

Qiong took up her bow, ready to fight at close quarters, only to see the ghost soldier being struck by something and suddenly catapulted away.

Wu Xiaode had taken action!

Now that he was unseen, he naturally stood in front of Qiong, ensuring that no monster got close to her.

Another ghost soldier charged onto the stone platform.

"Just keep shooting, leave the rest to me," said Wu Xiaode indifferently.

A glint of excitement shone in Qiong's eyes.

For a ranged attacker, only needing to consider making shots without worrying about enemies getting close—

This was simply exhilarating!

Wu Xiaode punched the ghost soldier, sending it flying with a mighty blow.

While still in mid-air, the ghost soldier was hit by several following arrows, depleting its health bar.

By the time it fell, it was already dead.

Several rows of ice crystal letters popped up:

"You are fighting in unison with your Shadow Followers."

"You are the mastermind behind the entire fight, so 0.63 of the ghost soldiers are credited to your kill count."

"Please continue the effort."

Wu Xiaode glanced at it and asked, "Qiong, did you get any prompts for killing monsters?"

"I earned Merit," said Qiong excitedly, "The prompt says I'm fighting alongside you!"

"How long before you level up?"

"I'm just a bit short on Merit; probably three more kills should do it!"

Qiong kept shooting arrows.

One ghost soldier after another charged at her, only to be blown away by an unseen force.

They had no idea what was happening.

So their only fate was death!

It didn't take long.

Qiong had enough Merit.

"Level up skin."

She uttered in a low voice, and a burst of dark and Fiery Flame light and shadow erupted from her body.

Wu Xiaode also received a prompt:

"Your Shadow Followers have completed an upgrade."

"Now promoted to:

"Prison Flame Ranger·Intermediate."

"All attributes +1.9, agility +2.2."

"Special skin ability:

"Wind Pursuit."

"Description: Your ranged attack speed is permanently increased by twenty percent."

Qiong was thrilled, ready to unleash her fury, when Wu Xiaode held down her bow and arrows.

"Okay, log off," Wu Xiaode said.

Qiong was slightly taken aback and looked around.

The crowd of ghosts surged in like a tide, completely surrounding the stone platform.

Even with Wu Xiaode continuously knocking away monsters unseen, they could no longer cope with such a number of ghosts.

"Can I avoid death if I log off? But I don't know how!" said Qiong, panic-stricken.

"I've got it." Wu Xiaode took out a game controller, called up the screen, and made a quick selection.

A line of text appeared on the screen:

"You have saved and logged off, ending this battle."

Qiong's figure gradually faded away.

On the Book of the Dead, her card lit up.

"Rest up, and we'll kill the enemy again later," Wu Xiaode said.

Qiong gave him a faint smile from the card, hugged her bow, and sat cross-legged, beginning to rest and recuperate.

The Book of the Dead closed.

Wu Xiaode looked around.

On the stone platform.

The throng of ghosts had taken over the place.

They, of course, noticed the "laying flat" Arian right away.

But any attack was ineffective against Arian.

The ghosts gradually gave up attacking him.

They just stood guard on the platform, vigilantly observing every movement around.

—There definitely was an archer just now!

Where did they hide?

Time slowly passed.

Wu Xiaode drew his Butterfly Soul knife, stood before a Netherworld ghost soldier, posed to attack, and then did not move.

This Netherworld ghost soldier seemed to be a small leader, loudly barking orders, one moment scolding other ghost soldiers, and the next, strutting about on the platform.

—It is a worthy target to kill!

After a few moments.

The ghost soldier opened its mouth and made a river-like sound at several nearby ghost soldiers:

"Whew whoosh―"

The long sword moved.

Butterfly Soul plunged directly from its mouth, piercing through the back of its skull.

The ghost soldier struggled, but the long sword lifted it into the air, suspending it mid-flight.

Its health bar rapidly depleted.

Whoosh―

The body was flung by the long sword, landing dozens of meters away amongst the horde.

A small ice crystal font suddenly popped up:

"Congratulations."

"You have killed a Netherworld ghost soldier (Leader Level)."

"Current monster kills have reached 7, please continue to achieve high-quality kills to enhance your skin."

The skin's upgrade felt like a never-ending pit!

But Wu Xiaode grew more and more accustomed to this kind of enhancement.

―This is Pangu's trial, and also the fundamental force upon which all beings rely to grow stronger!

Wu Xiaode struck again, skewering another Netherworld ghost soldier beside him, nailing it to the ground, and kept slicing with his drawn long sword.

The health bar emptied again.

The ghost soldier died!

Its body was tossed out, landing amongst a group of specters.

The sudden appearance of two ghost soldiers' bodies caused a commotion in the crowd of ghosts.

But the ghosts didn't spot any enemy!

―Could it be haunted?

The specters slowly realized something and began to jump down from the stone platform.

However, not all specters were that clever.

Or rather, there are always some specters who don't believe in curses and some who aren't afraid of ghosts.

Seven or eight breaths later.

There were still six or seven Netherworld ghost soldiers on the stone platform.

―This place is just the edge of the Hell Rift, the truly powerful fellows are not to be seen here.

So, Wu Xiaode comfortably drew out Butterfly Soul, found a position with just the right angle, and murmured softly:

"You lay beneath the spring buried in mud, while my hair is full of snow above the human world."

The long sword buzzed with a burst of vibrations.

Countless streaks of Golden Light erupted from the blade, sweeping across the entire platform instantly!

The seven or eight specters were continuously sliced by the storm-like blade light, spiraling through the sky full of Golden Light and drifting away.

Thud thud thud thud thud―

They all crashed against the rock walls outside the platform, splashing droplets of blood before falling down onto the other specters.

Wu Xiaode killed with exhilaration and suddenly laughed:

"Watch me kill you all in one breath!"

Just as he was about to proceed, the Book of the Dead suddenly opened to the page of Little Black, revealing lines of small text:

"Please note."

"The auxiliary battle explanation for Pangu's Primordial Sequence is as follows:"

"Through consecutive kills, you have obtained the right to enter a time-limited battle."

"Today is the day of the Wind Disaster Destruction, please kill 10 specters consecutively within today to embark on the path of Pangu legends, and continuously obtain the real Pangu's Power, letting your initial sequence enter the state of Pangu Awakening."

Wu Xiaode paused.

―There's such a thing?

After pondering for a few breaths, he sheathed the Butterfly Soul back into its scabbard and put away the Book of the Dead, then sat cross-legged on the stone platform.

"So tiring."

"I flew hundreds of miles in one breath and fought such a battle with Qiong, it's time I took a break."

Muttering to himself, he ran his fingers over the Holy Treasure Ring.

Beer, fried chicken, instant noodles, pizza, and chilled cola were laid out.

Crunch.

Wu Xiaode started with the chilled cola, taking a big gulp, feeling completely refreshed.

It's so uninteresting in this place full of ghostly shadows.

Better to eat and drink!

Wu Xiaode sat there and gorged himself.

About twenty minutes later, full and satisfied, he lay down on the stone platform and quickly fell asleep.

When he woke up, it was already nine at night.

―What should I do now?

Wu Xiaode hesitated, searching through the ring for a while when he suddenly found a handheld gaming console.

A small game console.

On it was attached a note:

"This is Xiao Baihong's game console, not to be touched by others."

Elder Xiao, how considerate.

Wu Xiaode turned on the console, crossed his legs, and delved into a horror adventure game.

Time slowly passed by.

Midnight, twelve o'clock!

The day finally came to an end.

Wu Xiaode yawned and looked around.

The gathering of ghosts had already left the area.

After all, this place was too close to the gravel-strewn passage entrance, giving them an uncomfortable feeling.

If it hadn't been for that rocket before, they wouldn't have been startled.

Wu Xiaode casually pulled out the Book of the Dead, flipping to the page of the Primordial Sequence.

All the prompt runes had been updated:

"The day of the Wind Disaster has passed."

"You have not completed the time-limited battle task."

"You have forever lost a kind of qualification."

Wu Xiaode silently smiled.

For any task with a pre-set prompt, it's best to do nothing at all.

Don't even get involved.

The road is paved with the bones of countless beings, surrounded by immense terrors lurking in every corner.

―Why risk your life when you can walk a new path?

Even if the new path also requires battle, at least everything is by one's own will.

No one can control my destiny!

Wu Xiaode stood up, stretched lazily, and started walking deeper underground with his hand on the hilt of his sword.

Halfway there, a person appeared not far behind him.

Qiong.

Fully armed, with her longbow in hand, she said with a half-smile:

"Man... are you taking me into the darkness?"

Having said that, she quietly followed him.